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I
boil
and
skim
while
Tyler
makes
room
in
the
fridge
.
Steam
layers
the
air
and
water
drips
from
the
kitchen
ceiling
.
The
forty-watt
bulb
hidden
in
the
back
of
the
fridge
,
something
bright
I
ca
n't
see
behind
the
empty
ketchup
bottles
and
jars
of
pickle
brine
or
mayonnaise
,
some
tiny
light
from
inside
the
fridge
edges
Tyler
's
profile
bright
.
Boil
and
skim
.
Boil
and
skim
.
Put
the
skimmed
tallow
into
milk
cartons
with
the
tops
opened
all
the
way
.
With
a
chair
pulled
up
to
the
open
fridge
,
Tyler
watches
the
tallow
cool
.
In
the
heat
of
the
kitchen
,
clouds
of
cold
fog
waterfall
out
from
the
bottom
of
the
fridge
and
pool
around
Tyler
's
feet
.
As
I
fill
the
milk
cartons
with
tallow
,
Tyler
puts
them
in
the
fridge
.
I
go
to
kneel
beside
Tyler
in
front
of
the
fridge
,
and
Tyler
takes
my
hands
and
shows
them
to
me
.
The
life
line
.
The
love
line
.
The
mounds
of
Venus
and
Mars
.
The
cold
fog
pooling
around
us
,
the
dim
bright
light
on
our
faces
.
"
I
need
you
to
do
me
another
favor
,
"
Tyler
says
.
This
is
about
Marla
is
n't
it
?
"
Do
n't
ever
talk
to
her
about
me
.
Do
n't
talk
about
me
behind
my
back
.
Do
you
promise
?
"
Tyler
says
.
I
promise
.
Tyler
says
,
"
If
you
ever
mention
me
to
her
,
you
'll
never
see
me
again
.
"
